That little girl who is a proud owner of a black n97 mini goes by the name of Kelly W. She was born on this special date - The nineteen of December - and lives in a cozy house located in the sunny island of Singapore.

Like it or not, this is a place where she pens down her thoughts, feelings, and memories. & all those nonsensical things at times.

Without say, she appreciates tags and hellos; do leave a note for her before you go. (:

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& I shall finnish my story ;)

As I sat down on the yellow line, I closed my eyes and I felt the gentle wind swirling around me like little butterflies. While enjoying the breeze, I was greeted by the laughter's of the birds which were among the plants around me. They were just like small children playing in the playground, squeaking and squalling when playing a game of tag.

When I opened my eyes though, the whole place felt rather run-down, just like a place during post-war. The walls of were streaked with lines of brown and the plants were wilting; only the hardy ones were alive and breathing. The look of the algae reminded me of the incident when my fish had rot in my fridge and gave this pungent smell I would never forget. The rusting railings were like a reptile's skin. But I was not surprised. The place was rather isolated.

When I walked up to the plants, I stared at the Venus Fly Traps. I wondered to myself, how does it taste like to taste a mini meat ball of protein. Swallowing my saliva, I tasted disgust. Accidentally, I pricked myself when my hands were trying to touch the Venus Fly Traps and the exhilerating pain felt like a hostage being poked by a thousand needles. I diverted my attention immediately to my poor hand which had minute needles sticking out of it. Not far from fly trap snuggled a catus in a neat pot. So that was the culprit. I felt as if I was being stalked by it.

Beside those plants, a pair of track pants and a sweater were hung like a tired labourer tossing his exhausted body onto his bed. They seem to be someone else's and worn before, maybe a gardener?

Looking upwards, I saw my reflection on those black windows and thought of a world of eternal darkness. But when I look at the blue roof with the sunlight shinning on it not far away from teh windows, it was a promising, just like a world filled with hope. Ironically, how can both worlds be side by side? It is as if an artist were to slash a harsh red stripe across his delicate pastal painting.

So, can you guess this place?

With love,
Kelly (:

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